That panic over school is finally dying down. I just had to remember it's a step on he path. I read the material, try to understand, and show the same in class.
I'm still surprised by the overlap I find. Elements of the Aesthetics class frequently turn up in the teaching course which all come together in ceative writing. The concepts involved in teaching composition so interesting! This from a man with no real desire to teach.
Learning different Ways to nurture young, curious minds makes me mourn the loss of my youth. I want to take each kid and find then nurture the artist in them, whatever form it takes. If that kind of detail and encouragement had been offered to me I'd have been much better off.
My personal stories are still on hold while I produce work for the creative writing class. I've just about finished the first concerning a woman comtemplating killing her husband. Thinking hard about linking it to the follow up tale; sort of a trilogy.
I've read and critiqued four of my fellow students works so far; all bright young minds finding their voices and farther along than I was at their age. The material covers a wide range. Ghost stories, Vietnam, even a little league player. I am forced to examine topics I would've avoided on my own and find it challenging to review work on its craftsmanship alone. But that's always the mission eh? We do it with everything in life.
My short story "Priest Drifting." on wattpad got a read and one star last week from someone called turquoisey.
I wanted to send money, send flowers, to cry at his or her feet "thank you!"
People don't realize how good it feels to just have someone read your story if you're a writer. We spend hours toiling over sentence flow and paragraph structure, on how to better convey the thing they want you to feel, only to find they are their only audience.
Thank you turquoisey for seeing me.
Almost Mardi Gras and the electricity is in the air. My neighbors house has visitors coming and going all hours putting finishing touches on their parade gear. I'll post some pics when they finish.
Gotta love this city. Even with high crime, crushing proverty and a shit education system the people are ever optimistic. Mardi Gras will pass, but it's spirit sustains the city over the year, holding people above the dispair and killings. It reminds us how special we are...and how lucky to live here.
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